Texty: American Head Charge. Feeding. Dirty.

It's been after me
In this place
A pleasant threat perfect void
Stuck in modality
With all this damage beyond repair

When all our time fades away
Just like everything else
That proves that we are

Dirt

Stay
Now just in case
Selfish trials
Keeps stopping to
Drag me down
I'm losing bliss
As if all your hands

Could keep me clean

When all our time fades away
Just like everything else
That proves that we are

Dirt

I can't see where I've gone wrong
All our times fade away
That proves that we are

Dirt
If all our times fades away
It's proof we're dirt